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Okay, time to eat.

Let's see, open the app.

I'm gonna get a double pepperoni pizza,

uh, order of breadsticks and...

...well, lasagna.

Yeah.

Ooh, new item alert.

Jalapeno breadstick quick bites.

Huh. It might be nice to have something in the salad family.

And do I want dessert?

Ooh, I'm gonna be naughty.

Butterscotch budino.

Okay, I'm gonna have five.

Delivery?

Goes without saying... now, please.

Mamma mia.

Eh, all right. That ought to hold me till breakfast.

Oh, hey.

Wait, are you guys early or am I late?

No matter. I have got a real treat for you today.

No, not a treat for you.

Okay.

Anyway, about that treat.

Can I just say, you will not be disappointed.

It's a story about me...

...that no one's ever heard before,

featuring someone in my life...

...you've never met.

I don't know about you, but color me intrigued.

Oh, yeah, drone delivery.

Welcome to the future.

You know, to really understand everything,

I'm gonna have to take you back to where it all began.

Don't want anything to take away

from the flavor of the cheese.

And like every great story, it all started...

...on a dark and stormy night.

Wait here, Junior.

I'll be right back.

Open wide, Jake.

Aw.

Oh!

Oh.

Hi there, little buddy.

Hi.

You hungry, little guy?

You want a little more?

Whoa, you are a hungry little guy.

Uh, uh...

That was a quick dinner, Signor Jon.

You must've been very hungry.

Can I bring you anything else?

Uh, yes.

Grazie, grazie. Thank you very much.

Some lasagna.

Si. Lasagna for one.

Uh, yeah.

You know what, no, uh, make it family style.

-Very good. -To go, please, Vito.

Okay, everybody.

Huh? Where'd he go?

-You all know this one. -Hey!

Stand up and sing.

-Join with us. -Oh, no.

Oh, no. I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Pardon me. I hate this. What? Hey.

-Hey! -Oh, no.

Hey!

Ugh.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Your takeout is ready, Signor Jon.

Yes.

One famiglia style lasagna to go.

Whoa, whoa, uh, uh...

You eat alone too much, Jon.

Yeah.

You should get on the dating apps.

-No, I'm good, thanks. -There's Bumble, Tinder,

-Gluten-Free Singles... -Oh, really?

-Hot Sauce Passions. -No, I could never.

And you should spend serious money

-on premium memberships. -Bye.

Huh?

Oh, hey.

Well, that was an interesting dinner...

that you had.

Well, I guess, um,

this is where we say goodbye.

Aw, you're really cute,

but I... I can't have pets in my apartment.

So, I'll see you around.

Okay?

Go on.

Oh, no.

No, don't cry.

Don't cry.

Oh. Uh.

No, no, no, no, no. No.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Ah, oh.

Wait, wait, wait.

You don't have a home, do you?

Hmm.

And that's how I adopted Jon.

So, I moved Jon out of his apartment

to this nice little two-bed, two-bath in the suburbs.

As soon as he understood the ground rules,

well, let's just say, we were living the dream.

And once we were settled in,

I even let Jon get a pet.

Odie became my most trusted ally.

He was kind, gentle, and most importantly,

my unpaid intern.

Huh?

Hmm.

Oh, yeah, as you can see,

life here is pretty near perfect.

Well, yeah, except for...

Time to go to the vet.

We're gonna need the big scale.

Does she need to announce it to the whole office?

No. Please, no. Ow, it's so hot.

Ow, it's really hurting. Ow, ow, ow.

And that's why we should go from Sunday to Tuesday.

Okay. Where were we?

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey. Good morning.

Oh!

What? Where'd you get that chair?

-Uh. -Ha.

I think I was meant to be here tonight

because I was meant to meet you.

-I think we were meant to be. -That's what I meant to say.

You had me at the word "meant."

We're gonna ride like the wind!

Faster! Harder! More insane!

Odie? Yeah, can you put this back to normal?

There you go, just let the pepperoni's

healing powers work its magic.

You saw nothing.

Up until that moment, my life was a perfect souffle.

Little did I know it was all about to collapse.

Imagine yourself drifting away

on a sea of tranquility.

There are no pets to bother you, distract you,

or max out your credit card

by excessively placing online food orders.

Oh, yeah, sorry.

Huh? What? Who said that?

Huh? Odie?

Odie?

Odie!

It's time for our midnight snack.

Thank you, good sir.

Your kindness will be rewarded.

What are we feeling like tonight, huh?

French? Italian?

Chinese?

Cupcakes?

Chinese it is.

Odie, shape everything from the bottom two shelves

into a dumpling.

-Hmm? -Huh?

Late-night snackin'.

Not good for digestion.

Odie, I'm dreaming again.

Slap me across the face.

Nope. Still dreaming.

I must be really deep in this one.

What do you guys--

What do you want? Money? I don't have any money, okay?

Who-who carries cash anymore?

I've-- I-I've got Jon's credit card number memorized.

5552-3857-5521.

Did you write that down?

Expiration code is 555.

The cat is out of the bag.

I really hope this kidnapping plan works

or she'll put us down.

With her insults and cutting observations.

I think this is a case of mistaken identity.

You must be looking for another gorgeous,

lovable kitty cat, right?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Hey, where you going? No, no, come back, come back.

-No, no. Odie? -Hmm?

I'll handle this.

All right, you guys!

I'm giving you to the count of three

to get back here and let us down.

One, two, three!

Four, five...

I am not kidding here.

308,

Three hundred and nine...

three hundred and--

I can't-- Yeah, they're not coming.

It's over.

Psst.

Huh?

Am I dead?

Are you an angel?

Please, take me.

I am ready to go to that...

to that all-you-can-eat buffet in the sky.

What? Listen, I'm going to swing you out,

cut your ropes and drop you safely to that landing below.

Wait, what? That seems a tad risky.

Is there another plan that doesn't involve

cutting a rope over a 40-foot drop?

No time.

We got to get out of here before they come back.

We need to go. Come on, Junior.

Wait here, Junior.

I'll be right back.

I'll be right back.

You.

Hey, Junior.

-Huh? -"Who is he?"

This is Vic. My "father."

Look, Junior, I know how you might be upset.

Upset? Why would I be upset?

You only abandoned me in an alley as a kitten.

I'm probably just overreacting.

Oh, no, not her.

Okay, follow me, Junior.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You lost the privilege of telling me what to do

a long time ago.

Hello, Vic.

Oh, dang it.

Scare cam.

Oh, you should've seen your faces.

Ooh.

Okay, boys, show me.

Hello, Vic.

Oh, dang--

Post that ASAP.

What? Uh, hey, Jinx.

I haven't seen you since-- Oh.

W-Well, no hard feelings, though, right?

Oh, I don't think so.

I'm a hugger. Oh!

Part of me wants to be mad at her for kidnapping us,

but you got to love her energy.

Where are my manners?

Chop-chop, gentlemen. Look alive.

Ah. Perfection.

You know, I was so delighted

that you accepted my invitation here tonight.

Well, throwing us in a burlap sack wasn't exactly an Evite.

Vic, you're so quiet.

Are you feline sad? Cat got your tongue?

Would you prefer a mew-mosa?

Excuse me, uh, how do you two know each other?

Let me handle this, Junior.

Oh, don't "Junior" me.

You may call me Garfield, Mr. Garfield, or G-Money.

Okay, whatever, no G-Money.

Anyway, can somebody please tell me what is going on?

Well, we really don't need to get into...

I'll take this one.

What?

I'm from a small town outside London

that you've probably never heard of.

Oh, I scratched and clawed my way through hard times

to come here with one dream.

I wanted to be seen.

I wanted to matter.

But I was a failure.

The winner!

And then I met Vic and his crew.

They were outcasts, losers.

Thugs.

We didn't have much, but we had each other.

We became a real family.

Vic and family.

I know where this is going.

Excuse me? Garcon?

Uh, when might we expect appetizers?

Perhaps an amuse-bouche?

And then one night,

we were about to make our biggest score,

enough milk to last us for weeks.

Vic!

Vic!

Jinx, I tried to come back for you.

You have to know that.

Oh, yes, you get an "A" for effort.

So, what happened next?

Imagine Alcatraz...

but smellier.

It was cold.

And lonely.

And stinky.

So very stinky. I can't overstate that enough.

But it gave me purpose.

I needed to get out.

I just needed help.

So, your purpose was to escape jail

and get involved with charities?

No. My purpose was...

revenge.

Oh, I see. I went the other way with it.

I'm kidding.

Another cat would be bent on revenge,

but I'm, uh... Ooh, how would you put it?

Evolved, compassionate and incredibly self-actualized.

Bingo.

I had such trouble finding him,

and when I discovered you were his son,

I had no choice but to kidnap you to lure him here.

No, listen, I totally get it. It's-it's all--

It's all part of being associated with Vic.

So, what do you need from him to make this right?

I simply want him to pay back

the quart of milk I lost that night,

and we'll call it even.

I can do that.

What he can't do is raise a child.

-Just one quart. -Just one quart.

-Done. -Done.

For every day I was in the pound.

-What, now? -Nice twist. Well played.

Uh, how long were you in the pound again?

Four years, seven months and two days.

Oh! That long?

All right, I'm gonna do the math here in my brain.

Uh, the way you do that is...

Odie?

1,675 quarts of milk. Exactly right, Odie.

We both came up with it at the exact same time.

Where am I gonna find that much milk?

Well, I suggest you go back to the place

you double-crossed me.

Lactose Farms.

Wow. Well, good luck, Vic.

I'll leave you two to work out the fine print.

We'll just see ourselves out. Odie?

Ah, no. You're all going to do this.

What? Wait, why me?

He's the one who abandoned you.

Yes, but this is more than a one-cat job.

Yeah, but I'm sure Vic has a whole crew

of low-life cat burglars he could ask.

Oh, I'm sure he does, but if I'm being completely honest,

seeing how miserable you make one another

brings me endless satisfaction.

Oh, well, thank you for your honesty.

And if I don't go?

You can stay and have a playdate with Roland and Nolan.

Okay, boys... go play.

Ma'am, I think this is an opportunity

to take a deep, cleansing breath

and repeat your anger management mantra.

Anyone else have any objections?

Nope, I'm good.

Thanks for the opportunity.

Excellent.

Now, you boys have 72 hours.

Or else.

I-I can't believe this is happening.

I don't see you for years, and when I do,

you pull me into a life of crime.

I had this reunion playing differently in my head, too.

Well, that's the difference between us,

because I never wanted to see you again.

Now, I-I totally understand your anger.

But if you give me a chance to explain,

you'll see I am not the bad guy you think I am.

A good guy doesn't leave his kid in an alley.

-It wasn't like that. -It was exactly like that!

No, it wasn't. Let me tell you what,

-Junior... -No, no. Ah!

I don't want to hear it. This whole thing with Jinx?

This is your mess, not mine. Come on, Odie.

Can't let you do that.

We'll be watching you.

Like a hawk.

Is today a Monday?

'Cause it feels an awful lot like a Monday.

It's Thursday.

Not to me it's not.

Look, I know this isn't ideal,

but we have to do this.

So let's just try and make the best of our time together.

Our time together? What are you talking about?

Once we get this milk,

I want you out of my life. Forever.

All right, just relax.

Lactose Farms ain't nothing

but a sleepy little mom-and-pop dairy.

This will be a quick grab and go.

You'll be back home before you know it.

So how do we even get to Lactose Farms?

It's way out in the country.

You ever jumped a train?

I've never jumped.

Look, if jumping a train is too hard, just say it.

-How hard could it be? -Exactly.

This is gonna be fun.

Garfield?

Odie?

Hello?

Garfield, how many times have I told you

to close the refrigerator door? Gar--

Wait, there's food on the floor.

He's never left food on the floor.

Garfield?

Garfield?

Garfield?

Garfield? Garfield? Garfield?

Garfield!

Our best shot at jumping on the train is here.

Hold on a sec. I'm just taking in the wind speed,

the direction of the sun and various angles.

Yes, I say we jump the train from right here.

Didn't I just say that?

I've seen it on television a million times.

We'll need a hundred feet of rope.

Uh-huh, rope. Yeah, okay, great.

Uh-huh. Yep. We'll throw the rope

-over that branch right there. -Branch. Uh-huh. Got it.

Can you follow me? All right?

And then, timing it just right,

we swing over as the train passes by

and land on top of the car.

-Boom. -Or...

we can do this.

Odie, jump, boy.

Huh?

Uh-oh.

Whoa!

Part of me wants to help him.

No. This is how he learns.

I don't know. It's kind of pricey.

How does it handle?

Whoa! I'll take it!

Whoa!

See? I told you this was gonna be fun.

You and I have different definitions of fun.

Hello?

Oh, finally. Hello!

You've reached Find My Pet.

If your pet is lost, we're here to help.

Mm-hmm. Hi, yes. Great.

Okay, uh, my orange tabby and my dog are both missing,

and I-I need your help.

Please listen carefully,

as our menu options have changed.

-Okay. -If you'd like to hear

this call in Spanish...

-What? -For Pig Latin,

-ess-pray even-say. - Come on.

For gibberish...

What do I press to talk to a real person?

Your call is very important to us.

-There are... -1,346

...people ahead of you.

Wha-- What?

Garfield, where are you?

Okay, Vic, you got to figure this out.

Jinx can't be trusted,

and you got to keep Junior safe.

You just got to figure out a way to get him out of this.

Ah. Tell me, is it a burr?

It hurts. Ah, you pulled my hair.

Ow, ow, ow.

Is that-- Is it a bug?

A bug?

-Ow. Ow. Owie. Ow. -Hmm?

Odie, Odie.

Okay. Ah.

You know what, Junior? This is gonna be good for you.

-What'll be good for me? -What we're doing.

We're about to steal a truck full of milk

from a dairy to pay back a deranged cat.

What part of that is going to be good for me?

All of it. You can't even imagine

the life lessons you're gonna learn.

-Oh, yeah. Name one. -Well, for starters,

you already know how to get on a moving train.

I found it funny.

All I'm saying is that to break into a dairy,

it's gonna take a few skills

I'm guessing a rounded, mush-filled, overly-pampered

indoor cat like you doesn't have.

So, we need to toughen you up.

Toughen me up? Hey, I know tough, Vic.

You've obviously never been in an Olive Garden

that's run out of breadsticks.

Anyway, I'm never gonna need those skills

-you're talking about. -But you'll have them.

I'm never gonna break into a dairy

or anything else, ever again.

You are missing the point.

You're going to learn to improvise,

think on your feet, develop moves

that'll come in handy out there in the real world.

I wouldn't be in the real world if it wasn't for you.

True. You'd still be hanging upside down in the mall.

No. I would be asleep at home.

Missing out on life altogether.

Look, I'm just a dad trying to teach his son some skills.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You can't make up for five years of not being around.

-Ah, yes, I can. -No, you can't.

-I think I can. -In fact, you can't.

-Yes, I can. -You really can't.

With your attitude, I can.

Ah! Okay, whatever, "Dad."

-Wow. Great lesson. Ugh! -Hmm.

I'm done talking to you.

You do not know me.

You don't know the first thing about me.

I am not pampered.

I'm not anything you think I am.

Okay. I'm just gonna say

that blanket is not the best idea.

Ah, fantastic, thank you.

I'll take it from here.

Get them off, get them off!

Ah! Get them off me!

Wait, what are you doing?

-What did you do? -Cedar chips.

Spiders hate them.

See? Another life skill learned.

I-I-I, uh...

I think the words you're looking for are...

"Thank you, Pops."

No, the word I'm looking for is...

Oh! Here's our stop.

Really? Where?

Ooh, Odie, you'd think he'd see that coming.

Cheese.

Yeah!

-Here you go. -Yay!

Quaint. Just a simple little grab and go?

Okay, okay, so they've done a few upgrades

since I was last here. Stop being so dramatic.

All we have to do is climb the fence...

Yow!

Wait, is that Otto?

-Who? -Otto, of "Otto and Ethel."

Uh, no clue who you're talking about.

He's one of the mascots of Lactose Farms.

See? On the side of the barn?

I'll bet he knows how to get into that place.

Leave him alone.

Seems to be in a period of meditation or depression.

Yes, he does. Hmm.

This calls for tact, sensitivity and diplomacy.

Oh, yeah? And where are we supposed to get that?

I have it. In spades.

Watch. Maybe you'll learn something.

Excuse me. You're Otto, right?

I'm Garfield. A pleasure.

-Go away. -I just wanted to say

I am a huge fan.

I have eaten everything

that has a picture of your face on it.

I'm not that guy anymore.

I even loved that recalled provolone

-from a few years back. -Junior, no.

Yeah. Anyways, here's the thing.

Me and my crew back there, we're in a bit of a bind.

Got ourselves in a situation.

Long story short, we could use your help.

You're a fan, huh?

Oh, yes. Big-time.

Then sing the jingle.

Well, I don't really sing on command.

I'm not a circus animal.

Sing it.

Really?

Sing it.

More spirit.

Livelier.

What was that for?

I hate that jingle.

You could've just told me to stop.

Mm.

Let's go. Kids are waiting.

Odie, come back. Leave him alone.

He might punch you.

Was that... Ethel?

A few years back,

Old Man Lactose was forced out of business.

The corporation that took over

separated me from my Ethel.

Ethel!

You are my day!

You are my night!

I was put out to pasture.

She was put on display as part of the tour.

I tried to get in there to break Ethel free,

but they stop me every time.

Now I only see her six seconds, twice a day.

We-we feel you, Otto.

Come on, let's go, Junior.

Uh, we'll find another way to break in there.

Wh-What could you possibly want from that place?

Oh, you know, a couple quarts of milk.

A couple thousand quarts.

Hmm. Good luck.

W-We'll take any helpful hints you have.

-Pass. -I-I'm telling you,

it's a life-or-death situation.

Then I hope you've notified your next of kin.

What if we can get Ethel out?

Or get you a commemorative pin?

Where are we gonna find a commemorative pin?

Now, pay attention.

Here's the perimeter of the plant.

And here are the two places you need to go.

First, the truck with your milk is back here.

And this delicate buttercup is my Ethel.

My North Star and reason for living

is being kept by those barbarians in...

a petting zoo.

Located here.

This cricket represents the electrical room,

this snail, the refrigeration room.

This toadstool is the loading dock

where you'll find the keys to the trucks.

Wait, what's the pine cone?

The pine cone is the cheese and butter room.

Ooh, cheese is my love language.

Now, for this briefing,

I've done a quick reading of your personalities

and have chosen tokens to represent each of you.

-Oh! -You are the majestic bullfrog.

Oh, yeah, that feels right.

You are the curious and clever chipmunk.

-And you... -Wait for it.

...are roadkill.

Huh? What? Oh.

No, I get it. That's a good one, Otto.

Giving your new best friend roadkill.

Seriously, though, wh-what's my real token?

That is your real token.

Now, if you have any chance of succeeding...

Wait, can I, uh-- Excuse me.

Can I switch to something living?

Like, like the snail or the cricket?

You should've spoken up sooner.

At this point, it would be too confusing to switch.

Sooner? But you just told me this five seconds ago.

Come on, Roadkill, focus.

Oh, really? You give Vic the majestic bullfrog.

You give Odie the curious and clever chipmunk.

And then you give me, your new BFF, roadkill?

I mean, it feels disrespectful, not gonna lie.

What makes you think he's dead?

My eyes. I have eyes and can see.

It's a possum. They're masters at playing dead.

Well, then, little Daniel Day-Possum here

should do Shakespeare in the Park.

Things aren't always what they seem.

You're right. But in this case, they are.

What's the big deal? Possums play dead.

Oh, do they, Otto? Do they play dead?

Do possums play possum? Is that what they do?

Yes. Possums are very clever.

Yeah, I'm sure he was until the day he ate a pickup truck.

Uh, just ignore him.

Please, continue.

I'll just put this back where you had it, mm-hmm.

The straightest line to the loading dock

is through the snail here,

then the cricket there,

cut through the toadstool and onto the rock.

Each of these rooms have their own set of unique challenges.

Well, why can't we just go straight through the pine cone?

You don't want to go through the pine cone.

Looks like the straightest shot is through the pine cone.

You like walking with those feet, do you?

You a fan of unimaginable pain and misery?

Then go through the pine cone.

-Stay away from the pine cone. -Got it.

Once you're inside the facility...

...you will enter the electrical room.

There you will locate the air vent.

Pop the grate and climb up.

Then you'll crawl through a maze of vents

and drop down...

to the refrigeration room.

Next, you will need to hurl your body over a 30-foot drop

to a series of hand rungs.

You'll propel yourselves hand over hand

and drop down directly into a loading dock.

From there, you'll locate the keys to the milk truck.

Drive that truck to the west pasture of the complex,

cut the lock on the gate,

and find the closest thing we have

to an angel here on earth.

You'll escort my sweet Ethel onto the truck

and drive her to freedom.

It's going to take mad skills to get that milk

and free my dear, sweet Ethel.

Clearly, this one is qualified for the mission.

But I have some serious doubts here about all of... this.

He's pointing to you,

Roadkill.

Let's get to work.

Stupid roadkill.

Hey! I'm working here!

Ugh, definitely a Monday.

Your call is fairly important to us.

If you've lost a cat, please press one.

If your cat is orange, please press two.

This doesn't really accomplish anything

but gives you the false sense that we're engaged with you.

All right, gentlemen, I've made a list of skills...

that you'll need to master

in order to break into Lactose Farms.

Number one, develop lightning-fast reflexes.

You tell Garfield there's a plate of pasta

on the other side of that wall,

and you will see lightning reflexes.

Yeah, no, no, no. Depends what kind of pasta.

This pebble represents danger you may encounter.

You need to grab it before it grabs you.

It grabs me.

Snatch the pebble from my hand.

Too slow!

Ow. What was that for?

Being able to grab the pebble

could be the difference between life and death.

All right, let me try that again.

Ha! Got it!

Ah! Now, what was that for?!

It's never just about the pebble.

Come on, Junior, everyone knows that.

Your head's got to be on a swivel at all times.

You got to be ready for anything.

I was ready. He changed the game.

Sounds like someone's making excuses.

And what was that about being ready for anything?

You were distracting me!

Might I suggest putting your head on a swivel?

You should have seen that coming.

Toes on the line. Guard your grill.

Cover your stomach.

There are surprises around every corner at Lactose Farms.

You need to stay alert. Too slow.

A baby could have seen that coming.

Too slow. Too slow.

Too slow!

You'll never make it through Lactose Farms

if you can't survive this training.

-Are you for real? -Wh-What kind of dairy is this?

The kind of dairy that requires teamwork to survive.

Danger could be anywhere, gentlemen.

You've got to be ready to outrun it.

Here comes the pain.

-Left, right, left, right. -You're confusing me.

Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow.

Shh.

I think I'm gonna need rehab. Oh!

If this is going to work,

these two have to be on the same page.

I'm out of ideas.

You got any?

Can't believe I'm out in the middle of nowhere,

getting beaten up against my will

by a former celebrity steer.

-Odie? -Hmm?

Will you tell my son to please stop whining?

Odie, can you tell Vic that I collapsed on this tree first

and that he needs to find another one?

Odie, can you tell my son that I will gladly find another one

when I get the feeling back in my legs?

Odie, can you tell my father

that he wouldn't be lying in pain

if he led a better life

and didn't create problems for himself?

Could you please inform my son

that he should focus on fixing his own issues?

Odie? What?

Odie? What'd you do?

After all I've let you do for me.

Hmm. What is this?

Huh?

Hey, watch it!

What's the problem, Vic?

Is this bothering you?

Ooh!

No.

In fact, I don't mind it at all.

I don't mind it, either.

Ow!

I could watch this all day.

-Stop pulling. -I'm not. You're pulling.

If I was pulling, you would know it.

Why does everything you do always end up hurting me?

Hurt you?

All I ever did was try to help you.

Oh, you sure? 'Cause every time you're around,

it ends up with me in pain. Ow!

Odie, these ropes are not funny anymore. Ow!

Hmm.

Maybe if you were a little more open to seeing me,

things might be better between us.

Oh, you do remember you were the one

who left me in an alley, right?

You don't know what you're talking about.

Then please enlighten me.

This is about to get real.

Oh, that's right, you're normally never around

to actually defend yourself.

No back door to slink out of this time.

First you abandon me,

then years later, you pull me into a life of crime.

Well, classic "Father of the Year" stuff, "Dad."

You know, why would I ever think that

seeing you could be anything other than a train wreck?

I did not leave you in that alley!

Oh, you did. You told me you'd come right back.

-You never did. -No.

That is not what happened.

Oh, please.

You were probably on the run from someone like Jinx,

and I was in the way.

No.

No, that... that night...

That night was different.

Hey! Shoo, shoo!

Get out of here!

Wait here, Junior.

I'll be right back.

Oh, hey, get out of here!

Hey, how you doing? Yeah, yeah.

Ah, I had to shoo a cat. Yeah, yeah.

Digging in the trash. Yeah.

So what you up to now, huh?

Still taking it easy? Uh-huh. Yeah.

Oh, no, you're kidding.

Really?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

It's been raining here for a while now.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. I'll see you then.

Okay, bye.

Hmm.

I... I never knew.

I know. How could you?

Why didn't you ever come visit me?

I did.

A million times, I...

came to knock on your door,

and I'd see what a great life you had with Jon,

so I just...

thought it was better if I kept my distance.

I sense a positive breakthrough in your relationship.

Am I wrong?

Good. After an extensive evaluation,

I have concluded that you two are, in fact,

ready to move forward with this mission.

We are?

How is that even possible?

Mathematically, it isn't.

But given your present levels of incompetence

and overall lack of basic skills...

Huh?

...I have determined it would take roughly...

17 years to get you both properly ready for this job.

And since we have...

less than 48 hours,

you've passed.

Congratulations.

Mm-hmm. Hmm.

She's really losing it.

Yes, what is it?

They're ready to rob the dairy.

Perfect.

Oh, everything is going to plan.

Now it's time to make a call.

Excuse me. You keep that thing in your folds?

That is so disgusting.

You, you dial the number and put me on speaker.

-Hello? -Hello?

-Lactose Farms? -How may I help you?

It's come to my attention that there'll be an attempt

to rob one of your dairy trucks tomorrow.

It's not important who I am or how I came to know this.

Just think of me as a concerned citizen

intent on fulfilling my civic responsibility,

as well as...

Uh, Chief?

We may have a situation.

Well, okay, then. Let's go have a look-see.

This is the third time they've called.

It just sounds like some cat prank calling us.

If it were a dog barking, I'd be on board for a prank.

Them dogs are born for mischief. They just are.

Not cats.

Oh, no.

Cats mean business.

I repeat, there will be an attempt

to make off with one of your milk trucks tomorrow.

I suggest you take appropriate measures

to prevent this brazen thievery from occurring.

Okay, I'm done. Hang up the phone.

Ha ha. What an evil genius I am.

Well, then, still seem like a prank to you?

Eh, that last part did a little.

What's our next move, Chief?

Our next move is for me to go back to my office

and formulate an ingenious plan.

And you go get my car waxed.

Well, well, well,

would you look at that, Margie Malone.

We're having company tomorrow.

I guess I better take out my finest china

to serve a heaping plate...

of justice.

What are those for?

For us to communicate

once you're inside the belly of the beast.

Uh... 'kay.

Don't we need something more like radio headsets?

Indoor cat.

These are better.

It just feels like Bluetooth would be better.

These are better than Bluetooth.

These-these are better than Bluetooth?

They're equal.

And I don't have to pay for the brand.

Hmm. Hmm?

Gold Eagle to Chipmunk.

-Do you copy? -Mm-hmm.

Of course you can hear him.

He's standing three feet away from you.

Oh, I see you sprung for the binoculars.

Now, we just need to find...

a way in.

A-Anyone ever told you that you take a lot of

dramatic pauses when you speak?

Yes.

Hey, wait up!

Look at that.

Bingo.

Hello, everyone!

And welcome to the one and only

If you will all gather around me,

we'll begin our tour

and head into the heart of the farm.

I know you're here.

I can feel it.

Show yourself.

Today, you will discover

the answers to all of your dairy questions,

including the most asked dairy question of all time:

are curds the whey?

Bullfrog, Chipmunk,

Roadkill, do you copy?

Are you kidding me? They actually work?

You should take this to "Shark Tank."

Now, remember, the only way

to get the keys to the milk truck

and free Ethel undetected

is by sticking to the path I mapped out for you.

If you deviate from that path,

you will trigger security and all bets are off.

Understood?

All right, look alive.

The electrical access door

should be coming up on your left.

Okay, this way.

Hey, look. There it is.

Okay, we're in.

Continue through and locate

the air vent at the end of the hallway.

That will take you to the refrigeration room.

Factory workers,

your 15-minute break begins now.

Oh, your feet need a deep rinse.

What's the holdup, Junior?

How do you get through this? You're bigger than me.

-Am I? -Yes!

Well, the vent doesn't agree.

-Try sucking in your gut. -I am.

Try sucking in your butt and your gut.

Oh!

Bullfrog,

what's happening now?

We fell out of a vent into a room that looks like

it's full of heavy machinery.

Son of a cud.

You're in the pine cone.

Jiminy Davis!

The perp is a cat!

And this one looks like it could eat us out of business.

Oh, Vic! Vic!

Look, there's the loading dock.

No, don't! Junior! Don't move.

What? Why?

We're in the middle of the pine cone.

Otto told us to stay out of the pine cone.

Oh, stop. There's no pine cone.

Otto's a bit of a worrywart.

I can walk to the loading dock from here.

No!

Junior!

Mmm. Oh, cheddar.

Probably one of my top 26 favorite cheeses.

Huh?

Mmm.

What do you think happens when that gets to zero?

Whoa!

Bullfrog, what's happening now?

Roadkill got carried away into the pine cone.

Listen to me.

You have to carry on with the mission.

Get to the loading dock before the workers

return from their break,

or you'll miss your only chance to get that truck.

No, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

Shred sequence initiated.

Odie! Oh.

Oh, thanks, buddy,

but-but I'm pretty full from the cheddar.

Oh, jump off.

Yeah, yeah, good idea.

Oh, good. He's safe.

Uh, hang on.

Wait. Where am I going?

Fondue.

Oh, no!

Junior.

Junior! Hey!

Oh-ho, hoo!

That was too close, even for me.

Thanks.

I couldn't let you have all the fun.

Workers, your break ends

in five minutes.

Okay, Otto, we're in the loading dock.

Where are the keys?

They should be hanging on

a pegboard on the far wall.

What do you mean we have a problem?

Uh, pegboard's empty.

Empty?

Now, would you

look at this.

Three misguided stray pets

trying to steal a truck of milk.

Never a dull moment at this dairy, is there, Margie?

Well, you're looking for these, aren't you?

Well, here you go, then.

So how's this gonna play out, fellas?

The easy way or the hard way?

Oh, and just so you know, I'm up for either.

Follow my lead.

Huh? What?

Who's next, then?

Otto, a security guard has the truck keys!

Crazy eyes? Tragic sense of fashion?

Yeah. How did you know?

Marge Malone.

Ethel!

Otto!

She's not just my nemesis.

She's also my enemy.

Love to hear about it, but right now, what do we do?

Get those keys.

I'll create a distraction so you can get out of there.

Come here, you!

Did you see that? That's indoor cat style.

No, no, no, no. You're not getting away.

I've already called the pound.

Your days of thievery end today.

Attempted perimeter breach.

Attempted perimeter breach.

Attempted perimeter breach.

Otto.

Attempted perimeter breach.

Attempted perimeter breach.

Junior, sorry about this.

Sorry? For what?

Vic?

What are you doing?

Vic!

Don't you go. Vic!

Please!

Send security to the loading dock.

Otto.

You do not want to try me today, mister.

Get him!

Whew.

Welcome back...

...Victor.

Oh, hey, Jinx.

Why are you here? I-I was bringing this to you.

Were you?

Really?

Yeah, of course I was.

That's what we agreed to, right?

Mm.

So, you and me square now?

Not quite.

There's still the matter of those five years

-I lost because of you. -What?

But I thought this settled that.

It was never about the milk.

It was about you getting caught trying to steal it

and being sent to the pound.

Like I was.

You see, Vic, I needed you to suffer.

Like I did.

Oh.

I see.

And I'm guessing you have an idea about

how that should happen.

As a matter of fact, I do.

I can't believe he did that.

He ran out and he left me.

Again.

I thought he'd changed, but it was...

it was a lie.

All of it.

How could I have been so stupid?

Oh, come on, kid.

Don't beat yourself up.

Vic, man, we've all been burned by Vic.

Yeah, that's right.

Burned every cat I know.

Ah, yeah, the one thing about Vic you can count on

is that you can't count on him.

Tell me about it.

Yeah, I'll tell you about it.

Long story short, we all used to run in a pack

until we had to kick him out the crew.

Like I said, couldn't count on him.

Sounds about right.

He'd leave in the middle of a job

just to go see his kid.

Yeah, he said he wanted to check up on him,

make sure he was doing okay.

But get this:

he'd never actually visit.

He'd just sit across the street from his kid's house

in a giant oak tree.

That never happened.

He'd watch that kid eat and eat and eat...

He'd put a notch in the bark...

-...and eat and eat... -...every time he was there.

Oh, yeah. Sure, he did.

He'd go every Sunday night, rain or shine.

Said that it was his kid's...

Family dinner night.

Okay, hate to tell you guys...

I guarantee that never happened.

Okay? You all fell for another one of Vic's lies.

We all have.

Because that's what he does best.

Odie? Odie! How did you get out?

Quick, pick the lock on my cage.

-Garfield, there you are! -Jon!

Oh, take me away from all of this.

You can't imagine what I've been through.

You want this one, too?

Oh, yes, I do.

You sure he's yours? He didn't have a tag.

Uh-huh, yeah. Oh, he has a tag.

Huh? I have a collar and a tag?

-How long have I had those? -Okay.

I'm just gonna need you to hold...

I will not hold! I am done holding!

The Jon who was on hold is dead!

Do you understand?

That's right. I'm back, baby.

I was just talking about you, wasn't I?

Oh, I've missed you, too.

Ah, coochie-coochie-coochie-coo!

Ah, coochie-coochie- coochie-coo!

Pooky!

I have a lot to tell you.

You're never gonna believe it.

Crazy stuff happened. I slept outside twice.

I know. Me.

Oh, and I got you this commemorative pin.

Dinner time!

Talk later.

Say when.

Never, Jon.

Bury me in cheese.

I have two more in the freezer.

Let me know when you want 'em.

I'm gonna go check on dessert.

Oh, I apologize in advance.

The eating you're about to see will not be pretty,

and if you have young children,

this would be a good time for them to leave the room.

Mm-hmm.

He'd just sit across the street

from his kid's house in a giant oak tree.

Oh, I know, I know.

We're coming back.

I just need to check something out first.

He put a notch in the bark

every time he was there.

"He left a notch."

Yeah, right.

He was here.

He saw me grow up.

Oh. Ow. Wow, that really stings.

I don't know why I didn't think it would.

Give me a second.

Vic loves us! Me first, of course,

but then you, too!

But me, a lot, and first!

Wait, but if he loves me-- us--

why would he let me, us, get captured at the dairy?

Unless...

he wanted us to get captured!

Hey, watch it!

Yes, he knew that Jinx wasn't gonna

let him off the hook,

but if we got caught, we'd get sent to the pound,

and Jon would come to get us.

Don't you see, Odie?

He was trying to save us.

We have to go save my dad.

And here's your favorite dessert,

Mount Candy-toa!

Uh, guys?

Oh, come on!

What is this?

Half a star for Mamma Leoni's?

She's a monster.

She's gonna tie him up,

take him on a train...

She's going to throw

him off the Mile High Bridge.

We're gonna need help. Who can we call?

Hmm.

Ha.

Ew. You got a lot of waxy buildup.

What's your Q-tip routine?

You're right, you're right.

We can deal with that situation later.

Hello?

Hello? Is anyone there? Hello?

Get off the line.

This acorn is for emergency use only.

Otto. Otto, please, listen.

I want to make good on our original deal,

but...

but I need a favor first.

Otto, are you still there

or are you taking a dramatic pause?

I'm listening.

Hmm.

You know, Vic,

you only have yourself to blame for this.

Right. Look.

There's got to be some way for me to make this right.

I mean, I know we can think of something.

Oh, there is, and you will.

So, once I get on the train, I untie Vic, and we jump off

right as the train gets to the bridge.

Correct. Chipmunk will be waiting for you.

Confirm your status, Chipmunk.

If you don't jump

right as the train gets to the bridge,

-you'll miss the net. -Got it.

It's getting close.

Have you considered throwing a rope over a branch

and just swinging onto the passing train instead?

-You watch too much TV. -I've never watched TV.

Well, this way is much better than your rope idea.

Better than the versatile, reliable rope?

Look, I've studied the science.

I know what I'm doing.

And you think you can battle these villains on your own?

Oh, yeah. I have a plan.

Odie?

Make the order.

Mm-hmm.

Now get ready to fling me

in the direction of that moving train.

Get ready.

If I don't make it back,

tell my story. Now!

Roadkill, you're too high. You're gonna miss it.

No, no, this is how you do it.

It's called the ricochet approach.

Ooh.

It won't be long now.

I can't tell you how excited I am

for what's about to happen next.

Dad, I'm here to rescue you.

No, no, no, no, no, Junior.

-Get out of here. -I'm gonna untie you,

and we're gonna jump off the train.

No. Just leave me and go.

I didn't come this far just to turn around.

-Let me untie you. -You're ruining everything.

Quick, this way.

You half-wit. Get them!

Oh!

The bridge is coming up.

We got to get to the caboose now.

-What? Why? -Just follow my lead.

Whoa!

Ha!

Oi, kitty cat.

Did you expect to take us on all by yourself?

No. I brought takeout.

What?

Huh?

Ow!

Ow!

I never understood the purpose of salad

until this exact moment.

Whoa.

Go, go! Now!

Get after him!

Huh?

Ow!

Yeah, in case you were wondering,

I do my own stunts.

Me...

and Tom Cruise.

Junior!

Stop him!

Now, that's amazing.

I can't feel my tongue.

Roadkill.

Are you at the caboose, ready to jump?

Dad!

-Dad! -Jump, Junior.

I'll catch you.

Oh!

What do we do now?

We do this.

See ya, everyone.

The net's too tight!

Roadkill, the net is too tight.

I heard.

Hello again. Welcome back.

Now, where were we?

No, no, don't throw them over just yet.

Ooh-hoo, I want to find

the perfect place for them to make the biggest splat.

Hey, hey, Junior.

Jun-Junior.

Get ready. Almost there.

Sorry my rescue didn't work out.

No, you gave me another chance.

That's all that matters.

Now, now! Drop them now!

What are you waiting for?

Their love for one another indicates that,

despite their current circumstance,

they are at peace.

-Because they are together. -So?

If the point of your revenge was to hurt them,

it has done the opposite.

It's actually textbook irony.

And we're no longer comfortable with your plan.

You two are still as weak as you were

when I found you sniveling in the pound.

Oh, no one will adopt us.

I never grew into my folds.

I hide behind them because I'm socially awkward.

Please, somebody love me,

even though I can't sit still for more than ten seconds

and have the attention span of a bloody goldfish!

We did everything you ever asked of us.

I even spoke with this ridiculous accent

to make you feel more at home.

But no more.

I'm New York, loud and proud.

I love myself the way I am,

and I'm a big, brave boy, baby!

And I've been working on my attention span.

Is that a hot-air balloon?

You two are

-worthless! -Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Might I just say,

as someone else with a zaftig figure,

you have a beautiful body, sir.

-Whoa! -Oh, dear.

Rope. Versatile. Reliable.

There's something about your cadence that really throws me,

but thank you.

Tee-hee.

Tossing me off the train. Did not see that coming.

Well, when you live in the wild,

you got to keep your head on a swivel.

-Right. -Mmm.

It's basic Outdoor Cat 101.

And that had bird poop on it.

Hey. You good, Roadkill?

Mm, not quite.

There's one last thing to take care of.

Cut to...

It was a dark and foggy night.

The air was damp and heavier than a broken heart.

On nights like this, you can't swing a cat

without hitting shady characters

making shady deals all over town.

Oh, but this night was going to be different.

Justice was about to be served.

With a helping of retribution on the side.

Is that... the package?

It is.

Then we have a deal.

No one will come looking for her?

Nope.

I did what you said.

I burned her paperwork,

and then shredded it and burned it some more.

It's like she never existed.

Except for the image of her face

on millions of dairy products.

This...

...never happened.

Agreed.

Oh, save it, Cat Fancy.

I know you planned the milk truck heist

and then tried to throw those innocent cats

off a train to cover it up.

The boys told me everything.

Mm, mm, mm.

Oh.

Otto! Oh.

You are my day.

You are my night.

Uh... uh...

Well, this is us.

Right. You're home.

-Hey, listen, uh... -I just, I just wanted to say

-I'm sorry. -...I'm sorry.

Wh-What are you sorry for?

For misjudging you.

Oh.

Well... thanks.

Well, I just wanted to apologize to you for...

Everything bad that happened to us the last three days?

You know, you had your hand in a few bad decisions

back there, too, but...

Yeah, I'm sorry for dragging you into my world.

This is where you belong.

Here with Jon and...

What's your name again? Odor?

Hmm?

So, um, yeah, I should go.

Yeah, yeah. Um, I mean, unless...

-you'd want to come in? -Nah. No, no.

I don't think that would work.

I'm... I'm an outdoor cat.

Right. Sure, sure. No, I just, I figured that...

No, no, no, no, I get it.

But, you know, uh, I got this thing

on the other side of town I got to go do, so...

No, I'm-I'm very busy, too. Yeah.

See you around, then?

-You know where to find me. -In the kitchen.

Well, take care.

And remember...

stay out of the pine cone.

What? You heard him. It's for the best.

Mm-mm.

Oh!

You're back! What is going on?

Are you okay? I was so worried.

You know, I was gonna add more locks to the door,

you know, try to keep you in, but then I thought,

"Well, what if they wanted to be outdoor pets?"

Do you want to be free-range?

Mm-mm, mm-mm.

Oh, I really missed you guys, and I got to say,

it's great to be together again,

-the whole entire family. -Mmm.

You have no idea what the last few days

have been like: phone calls

and hold times and tears...

Don't give me that. I asked him to stay.

He wanted to leave.

You heard him. He said he had to...

Well, I-I...

-Fine. I'll be right back. -A family should consist--

Wait! Wait! What?

Am I using trigger words

that I'm not aware of?

So, you coming in

or do we have to bring food up there to you?

I'll come to you.

I just need to finish something up here.

You know,

those notches show how much you love me.

Is that what you think they mean?

Yeah.

Nah, I was just counting

how many slices of lasagna you ate.

My medium is cuisine.

My colors are flavors.

My palette is my palate, if you will.

Dinner is served.

Wow, son, I didn't know you could cook.

Ah, yes, pasta is my paint

and the dinner plate my... canvas.

Oh, that's where that went.

I've had worse.

Thank you, Garfield.

Mmm. Mmm. Wow.

Uh, is he gonna be coming around for dinner often?

-Yeah. He's family. -Whoo!

What? Why do I have a takeout bill

for 6,000 drone deliveries?!

Shh.

Huh?

No, no, no.

Shush. In case you hadn't noticed...